Love has come again By: Abdul-Aziz Ali Omer

Love has come again
By: Abdul-Aziz Ali Omer.
Shortly before writing this column, in a bus on one of my morning errands, I sat next to a Sudanese young man. His finger-ring suggested that he was a suitor. As his mobile phone rang, It transpired that his love was engaged to someone else in his absence. He didn’t propose to her family, the family of his aunt which didn’t restore to him the lost paradise despite numerous mediations and entreaties. Romanticism has been criticized as a part of selfishness. Love without money is a deceiver of our aspirations in Sudan. Sudanese Omdurman Radio reflected the sentimental of that poor young man in one of the family Drama series called El-hajj Muzakir. El-hajj Muzakir spoke to his colleague saying “You know, manofali, our emotional rights are violated. You fall in love with girl and then there is someone for consummation.” Neutral fellow passengers tried to convince him that what happened was Qisma. Qisma is that which is apportioned or destiny and the word is known to western people in its Turkish form: Kismet. The return of love was only thing that could appease the young man who abstained from food and sleep.
During the rest of journey, I hummed with the lyrics of Diana Ross:” We don’t need another mountain; we have mountains and hill-sides enough to climb. There are oceans and rivers enough to cross. What the world needs now is love, sweet love. It is the only thing there is just little of.”.
Who said: first, ‘’ The most powerful emotions come from chaos-fear, anger and love. Love is chaos itself” and then,” It is hard to believe in coincidence, but is even harder to believe in anything else”. Any idea yet? They are the two American novelists: Kirsten Miller and John Green respectively. The recent vehement protests in Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, a country in Eastern Europe were a combination of chaos and coincidence that made love at first sight across barricades.
Her name is Lidia Pankiv, a Ukrainian lovely girl. She screamed with the masses yearning to breathe free in Kiev. She chanted against the regime of deposed Viktor Yanukovych.
She was un -aware that before her stood the Othello of Kiev. He spoke the language of eyes:” O, my fair warrior ….O, my soul’s joy….If it were to dies now, my soul has her absolute content that no comfort like this succeeds in the unknown fate…”
Suddenly, she became reticent as she bent her head to her smart phone. On her behalf, spoke an anti-riot police man whose fine words were a balm to her pain. “Despite all commotion, I remembered your phone number as you gave it to a friend .I don’t know your name. I was standing with a shield in front of you. When you stopped us advancing, I realized that I wanted to marry you”. The anti-riot police man texted her. He had chance to receive her over a cup of tea in the manner of Nazar Ghabani:” Let me pour tea to you. Your beauty is legendry this morning.”
Love is trust, peace and Union. The scenes from political protests and unrest in Kiev and other cities were gruesome but keep you optimistic, let me conclude with what T.S Elliot heralded:” Love lives…love has come again like the wheat that springs green.” O, city of Kiev, don’t grieve.